So it happened just how I predicted. The exact train time. The exact state of being. I’m the %$%# Nostradamus of the north shore of long island.
If you read the post below you’d know I was at my friend’s BBQ yesterday. And sadly I can’t hold my liquor. So after 6 beers, 2 shots and one giant glass of suspect sangria I was on the 11:36pm train back to NYC. Wasted!
And yes, as you can see from above I feel asleep. A kind, coked-up individual was nice enough to snap a pic with my iphone and return it to me (for 10 bucks and a stick of gum).
SO DID MY BLOGOSPHERE MATES AWAKEN ME IN MY TIME OF NEED?
Nope. Not one email pinged on my iphone at 12:22amEST. My request was denied. I'm not bitter, I know you guys had better things to do than rescue a fellow blogger in need. How's that for Jewish guilt?
Truthfully, the only thing that jarred me up was my need to pee. Here’s a brief photo essay to show you how that went (yes, I peed in the brown water – I had no choice.)
BTW…try not to use all caps when commenting, I’m still hungover.